The Song - Poem by Mystykka Mysterious

When I came here I came hereI came here to find That one little girl That is hidden behind That old mill that old mill That old mill out back She's in that field In that fieldIn that field out back

And she dances and dances To her favorite songShe just dances and dancesBecause nothing is wrong Behind closed doorsShe can't feel that much joyAs tears and tears pourAs tears and tears pour But as she dances She dances with stars the aboveShe's small but she can reach outThat far into loveAnd when everything's wrongShe will still be dancingTo her favorite song her favorite song.

You'd believe that girlBut not her world.Or see her face When she cries everydayOr know what to doWhen you know what she's been throughAnd I can't believeNow what I see

Because she dances and dances To her favorite songShe just dances and dancesBecause nothing is wrong Behind closed doorsShe can't feel that much joyAs tears and tears pourAs tears and tears pour But as she dances And dances with stars aboveShe's small but she can reach outThat far into loveAnd when everything's wrongShe will still be dancingTo her favorite song.

And when she dances she dancesTo her favorite songShe dances and dances Because nothing is wrongAnd when she dances She reaches out far into loveShe dances and dancesWith the stars aboveAnd even though she's small She can make it through it all She's as joyful as can beWhen you see you'll believeThat nothing is wrongWhen she is dancing to Her favorite song.